12 Principles

Now I like poetry, and I like being clean now, and I wanted to share those dual loves in an interesting manner.

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I'm done with this struggle between death and life
Nothing feels good, so why even fight?
There might be an out, if I look long and hard
The answer is a spiritual wild card
Now I walk the line between knowing me
And knowing the hell presented duly
It's me, I swear! These are my own deeds!
My destructively wrecked failed leads
That I'm telling you now - not just for show
But because someone besides me need know
What I want to do to fix my own failings
Instead of continuing with the wailing
It's not about me by a long shot
Not even my defects stirred in the pot
Look what I did to all whom I touch!
Fixing it all is never too much
Every amend is one step away
From using hatred to end me today
I still have to monitor every action I take
For I know the gravity of what's at stake
I ask for help in an impossible way
And wait for the answer every day
Now at this point I take it to you
The end is the start of healing anew

 

I like what you're trying to do, I do.

It just doesn't quite flow well enough for me.
Somehow seems a little jumbled, perhaps.

 

Ahh, don't now how that posted, I wasn't finished.

Starts off so fatalistic then meanders it's way to a simplistic ending. Just not your usual intensity I guess.

 

Well, jumbled I can see. It is a tad jumbled.

As for not my usual intensity, that's somewhat the point. Going from the hell of addiction to a life worth living. A sort of calming, if you get my drift.

 

I'm enjoying all your blogs, New. Glad you turned things around.